I Defend Mine, No Right or Wrong
Language: en
I’m fiercely protective of my own, no questions asked. Loyalty over rules, always. When I was a kid, if my dog got picked on, I’d grab a knife and chase the culprits three blocks for revenge. Later, at work, if my team had a dispute, I didn’t care who was right—only who won. But my boss’s wife, Vanessa, never understood this. At the company’s holiday party, she walked over, glass in hand, and pointed to one of my top salespeople. “This girl looks familiar. Yesterday, I saw her checking into a hotel with an old man in broad daylight, just to close a deal. Young people will do anything for…